the reflection in the non-existent mirror
I have seen you before. You were one of the faceless people I have seen in those haunting dreams. Should it excite me that I have seen you before and that I know you or should I be terrified of the million and one predicaments you could possibly land me in. I have felt you and seen through you. I know the actions just as the thoughts occur in your head. I know what you can do to me. You could shatter my very being. What could I offer in exchange for a better ending? I have held on to you in those fleeting moments and hoped with eyes squeezed shut that I could crumble into pieces so you would hold my face in your hands and make reality slip from my grasp and let me get lost in you. On so many levels, I know you. I have watched you like a reflection watching on. I have waited for you and it took you so long but nevertheless you are here despite the long weathering journey. I hope you have found me in all the other infinite dimensions and not only this one. That none of them were left behind for that would be a pity. I too, have faltered many times while making my way here. I made it this far surviving on solely my belief of your existence. It took me awhile but here I am. I need a piece of you that I can hold on to, I too, need to drown myself in your essence.